Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.